She Chose Me: The Unforgettable Story of a Homeless Man, His Cat, and the Promise I Had to Keep
He was homeless and alone, except for Hazel, the orange cat who slept on his chest every night. “She chose me,” he told me. The first time I saw him was outside a 24-hour laundromat, curled up on an old camping mat, Hazel lying on top of him. His shoes were held together by duct…